The demon threw back a mouthful, relishing the burn, and the corner of his mouth twitched at the offer. Swapping stories with an angel? Wouldn't be the first time.
"I was born human, before all this...civilization. There were still places where humans were free, where there was little more to do than eat, and work the land, and fuck." He took another swallow, then licked the remainder from his lips. "My mother died in childbirth, my father took to drink, and my younger brother and I were the targets of his grief. I protected him as best I could. Took the beatings, and the rest of it, reluctantly at first, but it wasn't very long before pleasing my tormentor became pleasing for me. Perhaps if my father had been different I wouldn't have come to seek it out, if only to spare my brother. If I goaded him, I was in control, and there was very little I was in control of at the time."
He glanced over at the angel, with an expression akin to camaraderie. "Something tells me you know that feeling all too well, now."